Vampire Stag Weekend - Sex Stories

Vampire Stag Weekend

... face as she strode over. “This is Marija”, she introduced, taking the girl by the hand who laughed and did a little pirouette as she came in. Pete took her hand, proffering a hello. Marija clearly didn't really speak any English but waved a hello and extended her smile nonetheless. Pete was clearly impressed as Marija sidled into him. Her low-cut black tight black cocktail dress almost spilled out her ample creamy boobs, the edge of a nipple just poking above the v-line as she wrapped Pete's hand around her waist. She pulled the flat of Pete's hand down below the line of her skirt on to her beautifully rounded behind. As she pulled it back up, it lifted her skirt to flash a wonderfully black thonged bum and I looked away, making the girls laugh. Another girl appeared, a much taller tattooed dark haired, very white skinned lady with very high angular face. She linked arms with Marija while staring at Pete. “This is Daniela”, introduced Lonela, while looping her own arm around my waist. I have to admit that Daniela scared me a little. She leant in and grasped Marija's face and forced a deep kiss on the shorter girl. Pete who was almost caught between the two gasped and then laughed at himself. “Now the entertainment”, Lonela announced and the two girls dragged Pete across the dance floor to some private area. Pete grinned, winked and gave me the thumbs up as he went. Lonela and I left at the bar turned back to our wine glasses. “Lonela, how much does this cost?” I started, ...

... happy that Pete was clearly about to have a great time but becoming a little concerned that we had not really agreed business terms. “Oh do not worry, I am not here to take your money”, she responded picking up her glass and clinking it against mine. “This is a place of pleasure only”. She finished her wine in a single gulp and then turned back to face me, “come now it is time for some entertainment for you”. She led me across the bar area and out into a passage off which branched a few rooms. As we passed a door she stopped to face me, motioning silence by touching her finger to her lips. She drew back a small picture covering a hole in the wall and motioned for me to look through into the room. I gasped as I saw Pete lying naked, out flat on what looked like a long leather bench. The shorter, blonde girl was straddling his head, rubbing her pussy in circles over his face. The tall, tattooed girl was just behind her and I saw her hitch up her dress, straddle the occupied Pete and ease herself down on to him. I saw him buck up a little as she did it , only to get a further face full of pussy. I turned with a grin to Lonela who kissed me quickly and replaced the picture. “Did he look happy?” she whispered rhetorically as she turned to continue down the corridor. He certainly did I thought to myself. As we continued down the passage, the lights dimmed and the mild hubbub of the bar softened away. As I walked behind her, I couldn't help but let my eyes drift down her body. Her deep ...